Sovereign Ascension
Reflection
Upon the azure steps, a figure stands,
A sentinel of steel and frosty air.
The sword, a symbol of ancient might,
Bears witness to the trials of time.
The yellow walls, like flames of courage, rise,
Guiding the path to heights unknown.
The man, cloaked in black, a winter's embrace,
Holds within him the weight of destiny.
His sunglasses, a veil of mystery,
Shroud eyes that see beyond the veil.
The North Face, a beacon of endurance,
Marks his journey through the harshest climes.
This is not just a climb, but a climb of spirit,
A testament to the human will.
Each step, a victory, each breath, a prayer,
For the soul that dares to rise above.
In this ascent, we all find our own,
For who among us does not seek the heights?
The sword, a metaphor for inner strength,
Guides us through the valleys of despair.
Sovereign Ascension, a tale of ascent,
Where the heart conquers the mountain's might.